I was sitting around playing my guitar when this poem came to me - it seemed like such a great idea at the time! :-)
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Lets Rock!
Sitting here in my dark old room,
Playing my strat in the computer monitors gloom,
Playing a melody thats so fine,
I day dream that fame and fortune will soon be mine,
Playing my last three chords I begin to hum,
Still day dreaming my fame will come,
I begin to laugh with excitement and glee,
I finally end my tune with a major G,
My song is done but my day dream is clear,
I'm the lead guitarist with drums at my rear,
I jump and I laugh at the sight,
I think to myself "What an awesome thing! Such delight!"
I dream I'm on a stage with the crowed at my feet,
I have a strange feeling which is quite neat!
I'm being cheered on as its time for my solo,
The crowed roars and I wake up...
"Wow! That was awesome! I felt so neat! I felt to free!"
Fame in my future I can soon see,
With dreams like that, I will accomplish,
But at this day and age I only can wish,
I slip back into my mild slumber,
The audience is huge! Quite the number,
I finally finish my little gig,
Finally I know how to play something people really do dig,
The giant speakers behind my roar,
Drums, Guitar, Keyboard galore!
Such a dream! Such a night! But It all ends when mom turns on the light...
"Watch yelling about?" She asks with a smirk,
A smirk so sarcastic - I felt like a jerk!
I should have realized I was yelling about,
I was singing so loudly - I'd say a shout!
"Oh just day dreaming" I say with a grin,
Moms face brightens to show her small chin,
"Good stuff - Little Man!"
If you work hard maybe you'll play in the school band!
As she shuts off the lights and closes the door,
I still feel I need to dream some more!
I slip back in to my sub-conscious gaze,
It seems being a poet was just a phase,
I feel the bass booming against my short hair,
Heat begins to rise, as if in a demons lair,
The song is almost ended as the singer slows,
I think "If you practice your guitar, It really shows"
I feel my mom, pulling me awake,
Ive been out for 20 minutes! "Gimme a break"
I still hold on, until the song is finished,
I wake up angered that my dream is diminished,
I say "Well it sure was fun!" as i get ready for bed,
But I'd much rather dream of being a fisherman, a fisherman instead,
I'll end this off with a word of advise,
If you give up music - You'll pay a price,
